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Here’s to the the novelists who can write about what we never talk about, not even in blogs, those secrets of the heart and special intimacies that do not belong in the media stream, those fears and doubts which plague us all, but that we seldom admit to.

And here’s to private journals, where we can talk about the most important things in our lives, the turning points and shared adventures that are really no one else’s business, yet infuse our day-to-day with renewed joy. This blog will never be a confessional or a tell-all, yet I hope you get the idea of how my life is going anyway.

“Unfortunately, writers are a gloomy bunch given to whining about the difficulty of getting published, the pain of rejection, the obtuseness of critics, etc. They sit at their laptops and write a few sentences about pale reflections and then check their e-mail and Google themselves,” writes Garrison Keiler, who should know. He continued: “A deep-down aversion to a-r-t is one big reason half of America stays away from fiction. They’re afraid they’ll come across a sentence like, ‘She looked out the window and saw the reflection of her own pale face against the drifted snow.’ Something girlish and moody like that.”